a short sporadic burst of nostalgia
nestles itself tightly inside each
snowflake that seems to be almost
in tears while snuggling up against
one another waiting for the first touch
of the warm spring sun to melt down
its gleaming crystal turning a once
breathtaking purity to a murky unwanted
trail of slush that soon will disappear
from someone's mind leaving only a wisp
of memory how two friends met in early
spring and parted before another appears
in such an uncontrollable fashion leaving
only a streak of questionable doubt that
manages to linger on each breath they take
in a short sporadic burst of nostalgia...
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